Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Nico to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Shuggie Otis,
EPMD,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
Suicide,
Marshall Jefferson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Talk Talk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scrapy,
The Angels of Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Albert Ayler,
Gang of Four,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Althea and Donna,
The Victims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
Symarip,
Andrew Hill,
Half Japanese,
The American Breed,
Bootsy Collins,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Almond,
The Barracudas,
The Evens,
Slick Rick,
DJ Sneak,
Soulsonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Eli Mardock,
Warsaw,
Scion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Altered Images,
Gong,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.